Thank you, THANK YOU.” Still trembled in his arms as he kissed her again, whimpering like a kitten. Her knees flexed like she was struggling with th... need to go to the bathroom. The intrigue: the romance of the dress-up party, the candlelight and the music were so much more than she was equipped to handle. It was the first time in two months that she had actually climaxed without touching herself. Carla was eager for two things: to see Elliot’s erect penis and to show her appreciation by. This is what he was hoping for as an hors d'oeuvre. His memory of Pussy's blow job style was almost enough to make him come before she even had her chance to kiss his cock.Pussy placed a teasing little kiss on the tip of his cock head. She stuck out her very educated tongue and began to lick his cock head and shaft. JL's cock length fell into the range of "long enough," so Pussy had no trouble deep throating him when she got that far in the blow job. JL had been anticipating this blow job all. We lay there motionless, until my diminishing cock finally slipped out of her a couple of minutes later. I began to kiss my way back down her body; all I wanted to do, was lick the cum from her pussy and keep on licking her until dawn and beyond. But she was too sensitive after the pounding I’d given her, so I did the gentlemanly thing: moved her off the wet patch, took her in my arms and held her tight.Dawn was breaking properly the next morning, as we awoke and began to explore each others’. I was sixteen years old, newly enrolled at college, a bit of a geek, and I hadn’t yet had a serious girlfriend. Look, there I am, sat on the bus beside my best friend, Martin, sharing a pair of headphones and listening to Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! At the Disco on my iPod. People who didn’t know us thought we were brothers: we had the same wavy brown hair and cleft chin and weedy build; we finished each other’s sentences and shared our packed lunches and had similar interests – old-school.